A Royal Pain in the Ball ✓

Chapter 9 - An Aqua Water Tub

She was lost.

Yes, she was lost.

She thought that it was not that long after she had her dinner.

She decided she wanted to walk around for a little bit to have some fresh air, and take in the beauty of the chandelier, the decorations and the building itself.

The memorandum of pictured imageries of the people crossed her mind as she walked around. It was dark. Her mind kept repeating. For the countless of a thousandth time. Kind of journey that she wouldn't have been into if she would've cared to memorize the way back. Of a single venued room.

Not that she's that stupid or have clueless cells of a brain, but just that, she needed to pee and have some fresh air. In need, and so, here she is now.
An idiot in a yellow dress who hasn't been back to her table designated for.. quite an hour.

Needless to say, she was now in a brown alley. In a room. Maybe a hallway, covered by curtains, leading to the god knows where of a hollowness of the abbyss. To which she knows will lead to another room.

She made it known that the distraction of the darkness and her slightly panicked mind helps to release stress. A sequence of memories, events, in at least of her own mind. Which then until the picture did finally placed of an imagery of people looking away from their already frozen untimed stare. The memory of an embarrassing situation where she desperately felt people could hear her thoughts, let alone her heartbeat. She hoped forsakenly not.

That then it was brought to where she was now, a strange place, her feet pacing back and forth, jittery to not even take another step on the boards floor.

She didn't know what to do. She had been standing there for quite a while, and wanting to ask for help wasn't really a choice, an unopen action as no one really entered and maybe even bothering to pass through- the exact location, -she stepped on it. The little black dot on the floor. To which she discovered was an insect. To which she silently cursed and frown in disgust disguisingly.

She was starting to regret her decision. She wondered if she could hold in her pee and who wasn't the only one who'd wander off like some feline being someone who's desperate enough to go look for some fresh air. In a room full of dressed people, in regarded to. And a possible situation of an event where of when people decided to take a look at her figure as she walked away, maybe silently warning her that it wasn't a good idea for her to go. As maybe the event didn't take that long to start. Or at least that amount of time in her mind.

And now, here is where she is. Lost and hungry- a little bit- filled with more curiosity to observe than to eat, and the possibility to see the all the items' products of the final auction.
Whom she remembered the old, weird-looking moustached man to say having slaves and fantasied creatures. She would hope she wouldn't see a weird demon or other goblins and druids up there. Her mind wandered.

Until the cold breeze snapped her back to the currency of the dark abbyss, dawning on her that she still didn't know where to go. At least until a real cockroach appeared, making her almost shriek in pain, and wanting to destroy it all at once. To which it was merely impossible as the horrible, tiny creature flew to the curtain, maybe a slight thoughtful of flying to her face dead spot.

The creature landed perfectly on a curtain linen, and she almost ran away, scurrying after it. Rather she just stood there frozen. Wishing on an unexistent object that it wouldn't fly and attack her face for no reason whatsoever. She stared down at the plopped insect on the dark black curtain. She wanted to swat it away, or shoo it away to eternal air loop so she wouldn't have to stay next to it for much longer.

Until initiatively it decided to fly away and onto the venue of a museum painting onto her right, her brain may thought of it being attracted to the yellow golden lighting of the room. That was darker. Her mind added to no pity of the living beast.